Lena, Suze ,Querida and Lola.
Lola's Pov:
"MOM!" I yelled running down to see my mother yapping down her cell phone. I don't normally interrupt but this was a major emergency.
Mom just stared at me with her "Can't it wait?" look. GREAT! Just ignore me once again! But it can't wait because her "Adorable baby boy" Tyler just cut up my brand NEW Gucci suede boots. I don't get why she can't send the three year old brat of to some summer camp this vacation. No she just allows him to make her sixteen-year old daughters life into a living nightmare. "Lo what's the matter now?" Dad asked walking into the living room. Dad also teams up with his son despite living with me for thirteen freaking years. More or less most of those years consisted of him working and controlling his law firm. Then mom put the phone down and turned to
Look at us. "What is it now?" mom demanded glaring at me. "The thing you call your son!" I yelled "He's ruined my life and my Gucci loafers haven't even come yet!" God what was wrong with mom being a fashion journalist enables her to get al the "in" things on time. But this time they're a week late. "Lola Madison Slater! Speak properly and Tyler couldn't have done much!" Mom snapped running one of her hands through her highlighted brunette curls. Tyler had got moms hair and I'd ended up with dad's black curls, excepted with the help of ghd and John-Pierce I now had wavy blonde hair. "Treat me with respect!" I yelled back. It's all about Tyler, and his annoying little friends. Also known as the worlds biggest jerks. "OHMIGOD! Paul this is your entire fault. She wants to take her friends to Harrods on a shopping spree and you get those tickets first class on American airlines!" Mom yelled snapping at Dad who just rolled his eyes at her and we shared a smile. Mom was always like this a hysteric and control freak. Apparently according to Auntie Ceecee she used to kick ass back at high school. Now all she does is annoy me and write articles for Vanity Fair. Oh and yell at dad and coo over Tyler. And anyway the Harrods's trip was for my birthday on account of the fact that she was going to be at some catwalk and
Dad was going to be defending some A list movie star. When I explained this to mom she had an even bigger fit. The beauty of living in a mansion on Madison is that it's noisy outside so no tourists can hear mom's wails. "Suze, calm down I paid for it." Dad said in an annoyed voice.
"Really? Correct me if I'm wrong but didn't I give her MY American express when she was shopping in Harrods and Harvey Nichols!" Mom snapped falling on the couch as Jeanne the au pair bought Tyler in. Tyler instantly to his mommy and started babbling on about how he'd learnt how to switch his iPod on, yes at the age of three moms bought him an iPod.
"That's great Tyler but when are you going to apologize to your sister. Because if you don't mommy's going to be VERY angry." Mom said. Oh so she was being kind now, Mom has her moments of affection towards me every now and again. Then one of the maids walked in saying I had guests. Then Querida walked in. Black long hair, tanned skin and olive green eyes. Unlike the tan I'd gotten from lying in the sun all day, Querida was born with hers. The reason Querida was here was because I'd invite her and her family over to go to the Hampton's with us. Querida was my pen pal and we met a lot in the summer.
Behind Querida were her mom and Dad both looking like her? "Mom, Dad this is Querida and her family." I said, "And De Silva's these two are my darling parents, "Susanna, Slater?" Querida's Dad asked looking at mom and Dad. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Dad yelled. Oh there was more to this…